Cheer girls with ribbon in their hair,
Like white daisies straddling down my dress,
Crystal sequence and glitter lining,
A boy in a viper red long sleeved shirt,
As black as a cat, slacks,
A stop sign,
Pink highlighter,
Shades of the rainbow,
Dance memories fun holding hands,
Like a connected river,
Never letting go inspiration and hope,
Broken pieces of glass and sweetheart times,
To have someone you can share with,
Together always for the rest of your life.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Everyday Photo
Turcotte, Jennifer. "Water." 14 April 2009 Picture. FHS Poetry 2009. 14 April 2009. .
Sky is white, baby blue,
A tint of gray the color of the heavens,
Tastes of lake water in your mouth,
Like canned spinnach,
The water splashing upon the rocks,
OOMP, SHOOSH,
You can feel the grace of the clouds,
As they float like inner tubes,
Smell of new furniture birch trees,
Leaves a noise of CRUNCH,
Cold water gives me frostbite,
Trees softly hum the waving water to sleep,
A moment of silence waits,
As the water settles and the trees fall asleep.
Sky is white, baby blue,
A tint of gray the color of the heavens,
Tastes of lake water in your mouth,
Like canned spinnach,
The water splashing upon the rocks,
OOMP, SHOOSH,
You can feel the grace of the clouds,
As they float like inner tubes,
Smell of new furniture birch trees,
Leaves a noise of CRUNCH,
Cold water gives me frostbite,
Trees softly hum the waving water to sleep,
A moment of silence waits,
As the water settles and the trees fall asleep.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Ode To Emma
Touching her silky hair that smells like dove shampoo
Makeovers on a smooth glistening face,
Tastes, like bouncy sugar coated mangos,
Apple pie that tastes as warm as apple toaster strudels
Smells like California girls that wear Victoria Secret body spray,
The kind of Love Spell,
You can smell the strawberry candies from her breath, when she talks,
She's tall like skyscrappers up high,
Flashy sight of dancing like a hip-hop dancer,
Sounds of spiking a volleyball,
Like a wet towel smacking you so hard,
You feel the pain scorching in that one spot,
A screaching car door opening--Screach,EEK,
Is like when she tries to sing,
Caring as a teddybear and honest as a confession,
My best friend Emma.
Makeovers on a smooth glistening face,
Tastes, like bouncy sugar coated mangos,
Apple pie that tastes as warm as apple toaster strudels
Smells like California girls that wear Victoria Secret body spray,
The kind of Love Spell,
You can smell the strawberry candies from her breath, when she talks,
She's tall like skyscrappers up high,
Flashy sight of dancing like a hip-hop dancer,
Sounds of spiking a volleyball,
Like a wet towel smacking you so hard,
You feel the pain scorching in that one spot,
A screaching car door opening--Screach,EEK,
Is like when she tries to sing,
Caring as a teddybear and honest as a confession,
My best friend Emma.
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